[HP] End of Death

If he could, Harry didn't want something to happen so soon that would require him to break a promise he'd made.But sometimes it's such a coincidence.

After that day, they received the compound potion prepared by Hermione.The hair in Harry's potion came from a freckled, dark-haired boy who always looked lethargic, but taller than Harry and as thin as a stick.Ron, on the other hand, was a tall, stocky, brunette boy whose new body had ripped his shirt and snapped several of its buttons.

"Oh, I don't like the Goyle one, Hermione." He looked at the fitting mirror for a while and complained.

Not far away, Draco snorted, and while unscrewing the bottle cap, he said, "What, do you have any objections?"

Harry turned his head to look at him, where Draco was standing now was a very cute-looking little blond boy, his clothes were baggy and his trousers were wrinkled.

"Hahaha! Malfoy, you——hahahaha!" Ron pointed at him, bent over with a smile, and almost fell to his knees.

"Shut up, Weasley!—Granger, you definitely did it on purpose!" Draco stopped angrily, but the words didn't have much deterrent effect, because his voice also softened , sounds like a child acting like a baby.

"Really? I thought you'd prefer blonde hair." Hermione's voice came from the other side of the curtain. She was now a tall, thin girl with short brown hair.She lowered her head and poked his face, jokingly said: "Isn't this very good, at least it looks much more pleasing to the eye."

Harry walked up to Draco in a few steps, stared at him for a while, couldn't help but picked him up, and ruffled his blond hair vigorously.

"Hey, Harry, what are you doing? Put me down!" Draco obviously felt very humiliated to be held in Harry's arms like a baby, but Harry found it amusing Terribly, he pinched Draco's delicate nose vigorously, and said, "Don't be naughty, Draco. You are much shorter than me now, you should only be 1.4 meters—"

"Nonsense, I think 1.6 meters—"

"I think it's 1.5 meters." Ron looked serious. "Hermione, I don't blame you at all now. At least Goyle is still quite tall—"

Yet despite Draco's protests, they went out the door anyway.When the students in the auditorium were almost astigmatized, they slipped into the kitchen for a hearty meal, and then went to the library hand in hand.

The path leading to the library shuttles in the shadow of the tall castle, and the birch trees standing on both sides prop up the leafy tree cover.Draco kept walking close to Harry the whole time. According to him, this body was short-sighted, and he felt as if everyone was watching him.

"I hate the way they look like I'm a nice piece of cheese," he grumbled, leaning back on Harry.

"Forget it, you can't see their faces clearly at all." Harry rolled his eyes, "Also, don't put your hands on my legs, obviously my appearance is completely different now!"

"But your reaction was the same, ha- Barney," Draco corrected.

This is also Hermione's request. They must use aliases to call each other now. Harry is Barney, Ron is Whiz, Hermione is Libra, and Draco is Proud.

Harry was very curious as to why they had come up with such an alias.Ron's alias was easy to understand, Dobby had always called him that, but the aliases of Hermione and Draco baffled him.

"You ask me why my name came up like that?" Draco was making the quilt at that time, and Harry was standing by the bed watching him with great interest as he struggled to roll the thick quilt into a ball, "Because pride ( proud) is the essence of Malfoy."

"And you, Hermione? Libra - Libra - Hermione, are you a Libra?"

"Oh, I actually just took the first few letters of the library—"

They walked quickly into the quiet library.The tall spiral staircases on both sides pass between the rows of bookshelves, the ceiling is high, and the clear sunlight shines in from the tall windows, and dust floats in the beams of light.

There were not many people in the morning, so Harry and the others chose a long table in the back to sit down.After Hermione put down her schoolbag, she went straight to the first district without stopping, and Ron took out a copy of "The Daily Prophet"—I don't know where he got it from, but Harry was dragged by Draco I went to find a book.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked.He has been dragged forward by Draco, who walked quickly past the bookshelves, and glanced at the category boards marked on them.

"Just follow along." He said without looking back.Harry couldn't help but feel that Draco had not only become shorter, but also had a much younger mind, and was more self-willed.

They finally stopped in front of a row of bookshelves, and Draco dragged him forward, looking left and right.

"Hey, Barney, get that book down for me."

Harry said and looked in the direction of Draco's finger. It was a thick and heavy tome on the top floor, with "Compendium of Healing Techniques" written on the cover.

"...Why don't you take it yourself?"

"I can't reach it, I don't have the strength." Draco said confidently, "If you want to blame it, blame Granger."

Harry had to resign himself to helping him take the book down and hold it in his hands.Draco complacently bossed around along the way, and there were more than a dozen books in Harry's hand in an instant, which was so heavy that he couldn't lift his arms, but the other party seemed to still have more to say, immersed in the fun of ordering others.

"Oh, Barney, you take that—"

"That's enough, De-Proud! Can you read these books first?" Harry couldn't bear it anymore, and kicked Draco with his leg.The boy immediately turned his head and glared at him, looked at the book in his hand, and finally nodded with satisfaction: "Well, I think it's almost the same."

He easily put his hands in his pockets and walked forward, and Harry could only follow behind him, gnashing his teeth.Panting, he put the book heavily on the table and sat down on the chair, startling Ron.

"Ha——Barney, why did you move so many books?" He stood up, frowning to identify the titles of the books that were upside down, ""The Identification of Hundred Kinds of Herbs"... When did you become interested in herbalism? "

"It's not what I want to see, it's Proud." Harry explained, feeling someone tug on his sleeve, and looked down to see Draco standing in front of him.He motioned for him to pull the chair back a little, stepped in generously and sat on his lap.He pushed all the books aside, trying to pull out one from the middle, but because of the excessive friction, he almost pulled out the books stacked on top of it, so Harry quickly reached out and took those books away and put them on the side.

Draco opened the book and read a few lines, reached out and grabbed Harry's hand and put it on his waist: "Hold me."

Harry still froze in place, staring blankly at the back of his head without speaking.Draco turned to look at him, took his hands and wrapped them around his waist, then leaned back against Harry's chest, curled up comfortably.

Harry held Draco, who had grown much smaller in his arms, with a warm, overflowing joy in his heart.He thought of the old Draco—the haughty, mean, childish young master before they were together, who always felt that everyone should listen to him and revolve around him.Back then he thought there was hardly a boy in the world more annoying than Draco—maybe only Dudley had one, but now Harry just thought all his little tempers were cute as hell, he didn't Will love another person so passionately again.

"Hey, Barney, get me a glass of water." Draco raised his head in his arms, and touched his cheek with his forehead.

"...Are you addicted to playing?" Harry pinched his face unceremoniously, but it was unexpectedly soft.

"I don't want cold water, but the temperature should not be too high." Draco continued to ask, "Don't overfill it, 80.00% is enough."

Harry is also willing to play this kind of game with Draco, although it consumes his energy a bit, but he is willing to get used to his little temper - in fact, Draco has restrained himself a lot during this time, but in Under this opportunity, the interest in pranks arose again.